The formation buzzed as it activated, and a big smile appeared on my face. I have been working on it for months, but it had finished.
I looked at it and couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. It is another formation made entirely of ancient runes.
It is a small formation, but made to handle the complex load of the inheritance.
There will be a few hundred of these used all over the formation.
I spent months working on it. I might have finished it in a month if I used some of the common runes, but I didn’t.
It’s wise because now it will not only take up a smaller space, but also be able to bear greater power.
It will be able to handle more power than I could channel through it. I became sure of it a few seconds later after my clones performed the tests on it.
"One more important part done," I said and walked out of the library.
It had been four months since I had returned from my first trip outside the village. Since then, I have gone out two more times.
I had made a lot of progress in these months, not only in inheritance, but also in my research of this place.
Now, a tentative plan has formed in my mind. I only need a single set of data, and I will start working on getting out.
Though for it, I will need to wait for some time. A year to a year and a half, to be exact. It is when the big way opens; the only one that could lead outside.
I have the data about it, the one they have collected for hundreds of years, but through my tests of the rifts, I have found out that there is some data, only my tools could collect.
I am not going to wait around till that time. I have a tentative plan, and I will be working on it.
I do not plan to stay in this realm for longer than necessary. If it were up to me, I would have left at the next opening, but looking at the data, I couldn’t.
Still, I am preparing. If I see the favourable conditions, I wouldn’t hesitate to take the chance.
Though that will unlikely happen, I will still try.
I walked around my core for a few minutes before I stepped out of my core.
I am tired, I have been working on my core since morning. First, I had comprehended the law and worked on my inheritance.
I looked at the time before getting off the couch and walking out of the cottage.
Every day at this time, I go out for lunch. It is not strange, even for a Prime. Like me, many of the Prime members here eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
It is less for the taste and more for the keeping connected to the world, they had once been part of.
The bell rang and I walked into the restaurant. I sat in my usual chair and was about to order when a surprise appeared on my face.
"Prime Arys, thank you for your precious gift," he thanked.
"I am glad you liked them, Prime Veri," I replied to the old man. Yesterday was his birthday, and I had gifted him the whole culinary set.
It had knives, pans, pots, and other things that he would require to practice his profession.
It was forged by the Prime. They have good tools here, but the one I had given him was really good. Made of materials that could be used with almost everything.
As one progresses to higher culinary grades, a higher grade of tools is also required.
Not just higher grade, but also suitable.
One can not use any tools; one might work for one dish, but react with others. They need to be forged of materials that do not react adversely with the ingredients they cook.
The set I gave him works with nearly every ingredient. Now, with them, he won’t have to change them according to the dishes.
I spoke with the chef for a minute before he left to prepare my lunch.
I waited while talking to the regulars before my meal arrived. I ate it with one of the regulars sitting across from me, before walking out of the restaurant after paying the bill and tip.
It is not mandatory, but I have been doing it since the first day, and they like it as well.
Unlike most people, here I do not pay with the things that are found in this realm. I used the things of outside and ones, they need.
Due to my hoarding nature, I have a large collection of things.
Since I arrived, I have given away many things, including the new grey stone library that I had brought out of my abode a few months ago.
It had all the books that I didn’t need or have in the library.
I have been careful not to give something that would link it to my real self.
It’s not hard; I had slowly built my image here, letting out pieces of information. That told them, I am higher levelled than I had looked; likely a Silver Prime.
A Silver Prime has a lot of things, especially a nomad.
The library had been tremendously helpful to the people here. There are significant gaps in their knowledge; they themselves are unaware of them.
The library is helping them. It is why there are always people in there.
The books are also helping many people pick up a new profession.
People had professions here; many were willing to teach what they knew, but books offer knowledge without judgment.
They could try things on their own to know whether they like it, before learning from others.
There are also a few professions for which nobody is a master. Many people are learning them through books.
I am glad I could be helpful.
These people are pitiful, trapped here for centuries. If I had been in their places, I would want these things, which make life in this prison more bearable.